PLAY ON - Chapt 2 if music be the food of love

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If Music Be The Food of Love, Play On

Chapter Two

. . . And Why Do We Listen?

Ex.1.1 A prairie music box, from the Butcher Collection

Sometimes we forget how magical music can be. In 1963 Mari Sandoz (18961966), the great chronicler of the American West, recalled this Christmas Eve from her childhood on a homestead in the Nebraska Sand Hills almost fifty years after the event. It seems to me that I remember it all quite clearly. The night was very cold, footsteps squeaking in the frozen snow that had lain on for over two weeks, the roads in our region practically unbroken. But now the holidays were coming and wagons had pushed out on the long miles to the railroad, with men enough to scoop a trail for each other through the deeper drifts. My small brother and I had been asleep in our attic bed long enough to frost the cover of the feather tick at our faces when there was a shouting in the road before the house, running steps, and then the sound of the broom handle thumping against the ceiling below us, and Father booming out, “Get up! The phonograph is here!” The phonograph! I stepped out on the coyote skin at our bed, jerked on my woolen stockings and my shoes, buttoning my dress as I slipped down the outside stairs in the fading moon. Lamplight was pouring from the open door in a cloud of freezing mist over the back end of a loaded wagon, with three neighbors easing great boxes off, Father limping back and forth shouting, “Don’t break my records!” his breath white around his dark beard. Inside the house Mother was poking sticks of wood into the fire box of the cookstove, her eyes meeting mine for a moment, shining, her concern about the extravagance of a talking machine when we needed overshoes for our chilblains apparently forgotten. The three largest boxes were edged through the doorway and filled much of the kitchen-living room floor. The neighbors stomped their felt boots at the stove and held their hands over the hot lids while Father ripped at the boxes with his crowbar, the frozen nails squealing as they let go. First there was the

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